Fiction Campus
PROSA: Nimble Cells Under the Sea
Don't forget to live as an tail, a tail, and a head. It is good today we ride to remove the remaining body toxins in a public holy room called the toilet. If when we get out we managed to spend a lot of gold, then believe that health will be present that very second. Then, say good morning, don't forget to pee.
"We must go to earth this morning, Martian men," I said one day to the so-called companions.
"Last night I ate a chicken that was burned quite a lot, so it's a shame for me to remove body toxins this early. Moreover, the chicken is dicocol sambal soy sauce that tastes stimulating taste.
"Damn it, he made me imagine."
Laughs. Humans can laugh. That's a good beautiful thing. You can't imagine how tender and savory it is without having to taste, yes. As explorers of reason, the two creatures were cliche enough to know what I was feeling.
I froze. Like the defeat of the sod*m by the wibu last night. We realize in a unified way, if we support the land of the Blue Samurai. I like Tsubasa.
"Hm, heavy talk. Let's just stop it."
The habit of the three of us while in the prison of romance, is to eat a lot, voraciously, and like cute pretentious. A little bit can be said to be great in the context of normal humans.
"Are we processing it to increase the virility cells in the underwater area?" said someone among us who was the most ignorant.
"Don't get me wrong, my muscles are already standing tense, strong, and durable.Even without having to be given the slightest intake."
The ngawur posted a photo of his first cooking in life. Saute tempe. Tasty. I like it too. But the salty I think. The salt is fitting. That's what he calls increasing his passion for life and the underwater area.
"The photo above, just to signal the emptiness of the driving cavity of life ... below my navel to keep it working properly."
"Thank you, I'll use your words as valuable gibberish."
"Wait, imagination without reason like a snake, able to move but unable to walk."
The last one among us was silent. It is a creature full of anxiety. Whole with pain. His name is similar to the Titanic movie player Jack. Sorry if I'm right. Unfortunately he is a Joke, more precisely Jokes. He likes to joke. We love to laugh and make ourselves happy. Ways like taunting yourself, pretending to be hurt, and learning 'Playing Victim' . Being a victim can be that exciting. But it was all limited to my imaginary wall. We still want to be good people. Man eats, sleeps, and occasionally kebellets. The normal life.
Yes, everyone wants fairness. Unfortunately, it's not as easy as being normal. The plot of life can depend on the agile cells under our respective seas. Marking of health and fitness. Damn, I just collected seven hundred words and my mood was gone.
The most annoying but quite tickling sentence from the quiet man earlier. He left and didn't know when he was going crazy again. The days were agile, amused, and quite shining under the sea of me. Under the sacred navel. Forcing these unsteady legs, to soar to a fate that can actually be changed. A living prose. Yes, alive. Sacred life under the sea that is close to both feet of manusa.
Prose lives in a simple portion of life. His name is stupid. Because the underwater area can be dim and the owner is no longer excited suddenly. It does need nutrients as cooked by the ngawur. Maybe we're thinking this second. We need to taste that stir-fry. Ngawur's house is between fine green lines. Wild grass. Yes, a lot of unkempt grass in the residential area of the Ngawur. We can take that as a new challenge. Passing through the grass of God just to repair the cells of our underwater area.
Too bad for him, tiny cells in the underwater area that move straight. Can we stand firm without him having to exist? Even if you worry about the future, it feels so glaring to live. Wanting too many flavors to blend together. I realize it's far away, but .. do we still have that deep-flowing pink taste? In between these hearts, what kind of ending should we be? If you think of such strange answers, it is easier to find invisible ghosts. Including, making the perpetrators of one love self-conscious.
When countries that approve of one love do not respect rules, the world may lose its natural beauty. Men and women who should be together. Not a ketupat with his strap. Because they are a blend of purple eggplants that are in the pink, waving, and liking of their fellow species of stalks live in the sacred navel.
Goats only ogah when the male holds another friendly power. Goats understand about fertile wormholes, while they somehow.
"Are your kedondong seeds fit today? Already been given stir-fried tempe again? Looks like I'll be using our kata2 collaboration again," the quiet one came back with his insanity in opening jokes.
"She ate a little, she was struggling in Cianjur, taking care of the children of the home, and trying to come back beautiful and safe" the nurse responded.
"Should you ask why that is?"
"Then, I change ... when will we meet again at the Fiction Campus?"
"When do you have time? Maybe a few weeks since today. I'm still in an exciting carbon room, so it's hard to get up handsome. Even I just got back from my job beating up a cow's ass. The 17th at the farewell, I think it's the best time for us.
"Your strange illusion is again caught up in this sacred, sinless child conversation."
"It looks like we should go back to earth. Since this month on Mars, we've been doing drugs."
It does. It's good that our cells are treated friendly. There is no need for a syndrome, a sense of betrayal, abandonment while still affectionate, or even.
"Your sensibility syndrome has been provoked by ***********cat," I closed the happy cult.
What I learned was that I still talk when I feel lonely, even though I have only had dialogue with myself. The rest of the medicines I was taking, still could not restore the health of my mind and the cells of my underwater area. I regret. I want to be back to normal and healthy. I hope I make it. Pray for me, right?